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top, loosen your pants, and sit down with your chest against the pad."
    Heat flushed again over her body as his words sank in. Before she could argue, the man was out of the room and strolling down the hall. Rebecca stood there in a daze for a moment, pulling at the front of her shirt and biting her lip. She had known this part would come. In fact, she had worn her least comfortable bra, knowing that if she was going to have to be in her underwear around a perfect stranger, she was going to look her best. Now that the time was here, however, she was suddenly getting cold feet.
    Slowly, she turned her back to the door. Crossing her arms over her front, she gathered the shirt until she had it raised to her breasts.
    "You give a girl a moment and she wastes it," Sawyer muttered, reentering the room.
    Rebecca yipped like a small dog and spun to face him.
    "Need another moment?" he offered, not bothering to look at her as he moved to the tool cart that held his ink and tattoo machines. "Or are we just going to do this?"
    The moment grew heavy upon her mind as she realized that this was a major turning point in her life. She could walk away right then. There was still time to turn around and change her mind if she wanted. The moment he put the needle to her skin, though, there would be no going back. Panic welled and swirled in her nervous stomach. Rebecca knew she needed a change, but was this it? Was this the direction she wanted to go? Would this take her a down a path she was ready to travel? Or would this be a huge mistake she'd regret for the rest of her life? This wasn't some small decoration she could hide whenever she wanted. This was a life devoid of tank tops, swimsuits, camisoles, or nudity around potential lovers if it went wrong. Waves of images drove over her as she stood there, her shirt tucked up to her chest. This could be a terrible mistake, or the greatest blemish of her life.
    Her resolve began to soften and the shirt started to come down. Sawyer picked up the picture of the flowers and turned to her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, clearly reading the fear in her eyes.
    She looked up into his green eyes and stared. Was that a look of concern there? Did he care? Or was he simply annoyed that she was taking so long and costing him money?
    Rebecca looked at the drawing in his hands and the detailed floral design weaved across the page. She thought of her life in the supply room. Her failed marriage. Her dissatisfaction in the way her life was going, and a fire burst to life inside her.
    "Yes," she decided, with a confidence she wasn't sure she actually felt. She tore her shirt over her head and whipped her red hair about. Then she looked up at Sawyer with an eagerness she couldn't explain.
    "Good," he replied, pulling the tool cart closer to the bench. "Lie down, and we can get started."
    "Bra on?" Rebecca asked, suddenly emboldened by her decision.
    "Either way." Sawyer chuckled, clearly entertained by his client's new level of energy. "You can lie down and unclip it or just lose it all together. Up to you."
    While she felt daring and wild, Rebecca wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to defend her modesty at least a little. She straddled the bench and slipped her hands behind her back, unfastening the clasps with ease, then paused. "How am I going to wear a bra when I leave?"
    Sawyer simply stared. "You won't. He didn't tell you up front when you called? You can wear a loose tank top, a camisole, a sports bra that doesn't squeeze, or just go without for the first week. Tube tops are great so long as you don't wear them too tight. You just don't want anything rubbing, because that will hurt like a motherfucker."
    "All right," she sang in an odd tone, thinking that would have been good to know before now.
    "Well?" he said. "Ready?"
    "Let's do this," Rebecca replied, looking at the wall in front of her.
    He stepped up beside her and picked up a large sheet of paper. "Pull your waistband down a